Reunion (All Koran Members Post)

[Mav]

In lands long forgotten by his golden orbs, a trail of his own blood could be seen by the flying putnar and scavengers of the region of Koran. Grass blades and bush leaves painted in crimson. The scent of his blood carried outward by winds blowing from the south. He knew that someone would catch his scent soon. But after running for what seemed like dozens of moons now, Maverick couldn’t care less if he was found by either friend, or foe. Sighing deeply, he tried to take in a deep breath, but wound up half gagging on his own blood. Humans had done a number on him, but the Arctic wolf had always been used to those two legged abominations screwing up his life in someway or another. They and the Balkar both shared a place deep within the darkest regions of his heart, where he stored all his collected hatred and rage that he would always show any human and Balkar Varg alike.

Once the white and now stained red wolf regained his composure, he glanced up at a smaller wolf whom lay limp on his back. Maverick exhausted from his long travels had almost forgotten that she was even there. Her chest rising and falling softly, she was still alive. Gazing at the black and white furred figure on his back, memories of their travels seem too once again flood Maverick’s thoughts. He now remembered why he had traveled so far. Why he hadn’t just lay down and let Tor and Fernis take him. There was still one last thing too do. Onward the former Dragga continued. Dragging his tail and small droplets of blood behind, he desperately wanted to raise his muzzle to the heavens, and call out Tratto’s blessing. But fearing that he could still be followed by the two legged wolf slayers, he thought best against that act.

Tor’s light seemed to creep its way through every tree, her form rising slowly out from under the cover of the forest. Maverick knew he could continue no further. His legs nearly giving out with every step, he scanned the scene for shelter. Luckily enough, a cave came to his vision. “That’ll have to do.” Maverick said to no one. Padding quietly toward the cave, he took in scents too see if he could recognize any. With each breath he took, the scents of unfamiliar Vargs greeted him. “Whose ever scents these are,” Maverick thought. “They’re still fresh.” The former Dragga couldn’t have been more right. The scents around the cave were fresh indeed, made perhaps only a few hours ago. The Arctic wolf cautiously made his way into the cave. He quickly realized that it did not run very deep, and more importantly, it was unoccupied.

He gently settled his companion down on the floor, towards the back of the cave. She moaned slightly in discomfort from the unforgiving rocky floor. Maverick knew that if they were to survive, he would have to go hunting for meat. They hadn’t eaten since last moon. Despite his wounds, he made a mental note to himself to search for food if they could make it through the night. Maverick settled himself down in the middle of the cave, making sure to block any view of the She-Varg he was guarding. Exhaustion had taken its toll on the Arctic Varg, and he had closed his eyes. Completely unaware of the trail of blood droplets that he had left behind, that lead right up to the cave.

[Kai]

A light fog had worked its way throughout the forest, adding to the already eerie air of Transylvania. With the coming of Autumn came a great transformation, from the changing leaves to the drastic shift in the weather. Quite the contrast to the unbearable heat of the summer, it was a welcomed change to those with darker pelts, though when the rains came, it was hard for anyone to praise the gods regarding the weather. The temperature drop made for much colder nights,causing many of the Lera to retreat to the warmth and comfort of their dens.

There was at least one creature not hiding away on this particular night. A dark form made its way over the Koran territory, surveying the lands for intruders and whoever else might be lurking around. The creature was a Varg, a warrior to be exact, who felt it his duty to patrol the area, even if it was never a direct order. Long, ebon legs carried him swiftly over the hardened earth, his sleek yet muscular body a mere shadow against the surrounding darkness. Amber eyes burned brightly through the night like lanterns and were the only thing to distinguish him from his surroundings. He hadn't been home in a while, having just returned from one of his many outings, but he was doing much better than he had been previously. With the passing of the fatherly Dragga, Zhentee, Kai had sunk into a deep depression and felt the need to take some time off from the pack life to grieve. Having met up with an old friend who currently resided in Deor, he had finally gotten himself sorted out to the point where he felt he could safely return home without having to worry about bringing down the spirits of his fellow pack members. The lively gleam had returned to his orbs as had the spring to his step.

You can't change the past, but you can learn from your experiences as to better deal with the future. That was what he had told himself over and over and finally, he had come to believe it to be true. He had come a long way since he first joined Koran as a submissive pup. Zhentee had taken him under his wing as his son and taught him all a Varg needed to know. He was thankful for the time he had spent with him, and knew in his heart that he would never forget the times they shared, but it was finally time to let go of his sorrows.

As he neared the caves, his nostrils flared as the familiar scent of blood. Looking down at his paws, a vermilion trail lead straight into the cave. Hackles bristling and eyes narrowing in hostility, he approached the cave cautiously, but with bravery as well, as he knew not who lurked inside. Within the darkness, he could make out the white form of another Varg, though his size everything else about him remained a mystery. The scent of blood, though overwhelming, did not mask a Koran scent, but the scent of an intruder. Calling out in a gruff manner, he spoke sternly to the stranger within.

"You there! State your name and show yourself. What business do you have in Koran territory?"

Standing with his neck and ears lowered in aggression, his lips peeled back to reveal his sharp ivories which glinted dangerously in the moonlight. His black banner of a tail stood straight out at attention behind him as he awaited the response he had demanded.

[Mav]

It felt as if he had just closed his weary eyes, when a voice penetrated the darkness of the cave. His Dragga like reflexes acted instantaneously, and despite his injuries, Maverick stood up to face this new presence. As black as the night sky, with pearly daggers barred at him, he demanded of the white Varg his name. An adrenalin rush pumped through the Arctic wolf’s veins. Just when he thought he was finally safe, he may once again, have to fight for his life. A task that he has done more times then he cared to remember. “My name is Mav, former Dragga of the Frecne.” He responded. Maverick had tried his best to mask his weakened state. But knew he hadn’t done the greatest of jobs. Even still, he had someone to protect. And if it came to it, protect he would.

The Varg in front of him had indeed answered a question that had pondered the former Dragga’s mind. And for the first time in what seemed like many moons, a smile formed. “At last,” Maverick thought. “I’m in familiar territory.” The Arctic wolf sighed softly, and sat down, in hopes that the Varg would no longer see him as a threat. He locked his golden eyes with the black Varg’s amber ones, a Dragga trait that he could not help himself but do. “I am looking for the Drappa of Koran, Tarkah.” Maverick began. He made sure to cover the view point between this black Varg and his companion. “But I am very tired from the journey, and injured. Would it be possible too see her. She knows me, so it should be all right." Keeping his eyes focused on the black Varg, he waited for his response.

[Kai]

His amber orbs scanned over the ivory Mann warily before locking on to their golden counterparts. Could he be trusted? He seemed to be confident, though he had introduced himself as a Dragga. Kai had never heard of the Frecne pack before, and wondered where it was located as well as what ties it had, if any, to Koran. Despite his title of former Dragga, the ivory male seemed to be in a weakened state, as the excess of blood revealed, and didn't seem like much of a threat to the well-rounded obsidian Mann. Running his orbs over the ivory form once more, he concluded that he was no threat and let his hackles fall before bringing himself up to his full height, standing proudly before the former Alpha. Dipping his head slightly in respect, he spoke in a softer tone, though one that still held pride for his position in the pack [though only a warrior, he saw himself as an important member of the group].

"My apologies. Any friend of Tarkah is a friend of mine. My name is Kai, Warrior of Koran." He was always sure to include his title in his introduction- it helped to remind him how far he had come. He paused a moment before continuing. "I see you are injured, though if you are up to it, I will escort to to the Drappa's cave." Without waiting for an answer, Kai began padding off in the direction of Tarkah's den. He was unsure if she was awake at this hour, though if she truly had relations with this mascu, perhaps she wouldn't mind being woken from her slumber to meet with him again. Looking over his shoulder to check if Mav was following, he turned his attention back to his destination- they were quickly closing the gap between them and Tarkah. Stopping at the mouth of her cave, Kai called out politely, though in a tone that almost demanded attention. He was unsure if the situation was urgent, though judging by Mav's injuries, he didn't want to waste any time.

"Miss Tarkah, there's someone here to see you. The former Dragga of Frecne requests your company."

[Mav]

“After coming this far,” Maverick responded to the warrior Kai. “I don’t see myself minding anything anymore.” And with that said, the Arctic wolf went towards the back of the cave. He placed his muzzle underneath the female, and worked her way up onto Maverick’s back. Her weight came down firmly on the former Dragga’s back, putting him a bit off balance, but just as quickly regaining it. “Just a bit farther now.” Maverick spoke to her. The She-Varg nodded slowly. And with that, he exited out of the cave, in pursuit of Kai. Nothing was spoken between the two as they journeyed toward Tarkah’s den. But the Arctic wolf made sure to keep a watchful eye on the warrior or Koran, just in case.

They soon arrived at the entrance of the cave where Kai had mentioned that Tarkah resided. Out of respect for the Drappa, Maverick backed off a bit, and allowed Kai to approach the cave. Blood continued to drop in small streams down Maverick’s fur. He would have like to look a little more presentable to the Drappa of Koran. But in the end, he was glad that he managed to get here alive. Warmth long forgotten began to fill the former Dragga’s heart, warmth that had been taken away, stolen so many times. As Kai called out to Tarkah, a thought crossed Maverick’s mind. He had only recently eluded the humans that had been tracking him. Hopefully, he hadn’t led them directly to Koran.

Pushing that image aside, Maverick focused his gaze towards the cave. Waiting to see the only Varg left in this world who he could truly trust. The last of his friends, even greater then that, the last of his family.

[Tarkah]

Tarkah slept curled up in the depths of her den, her tail fanning out over nose as her chest rose gently withthe rhythm of her breathing. Black tipped ears twitched listening to the honkings of a geese flock, late as they were for the annual migration for the trees were almost stripped bare of leaves. Tarkah guessed these were the last of if not the very last flock she'd see. Good she tought no more annoying noises from the those stupid balls of fluff.

Eyelids feeling heavy the white she wolf only stirred when a low voice came to her ears. Tarkah stirred lifting herself up "what? she mumbled softly as sh shook out her fur, Her ears shook as she recognized the voice to be Kai's. Tarkah let out a yawn before she finally took in what the dark hued warrior was saying. The drappa blinked almost choking "Who?!" she barked. Frecne? Tarkah's mind whirled. Could it be Kanis? But no he was dead... Which only meant.. Tarkah gasped scrambling to the den entrance, her legs shaking withnervous excitement and anxiousness.

Tarkah padded out of the den Her golden sweeping rapidly for the sight of Kai and her visitor. An at once her optics fell on her warrior and a white wolf. His fur fluffy and his scent different but it still scented like something she would alway remember and keep close. The scent of family. It was ovious by the he wolf's scent that he had been in lands Tarkah had not been in before. But now the drappa was hardly able to contain herself as she gazd on, wide eyed at the white varg. "M-m-maverick?!" she barked. "Is it really you?" she knew it had to be, but this seemed to good to be true she just had to make sure.
""brother your alive!" she howled, her tail sent int oa frenzy of wags.

Yet many questions bombarded the arctic alpha. Where had he been these past years, and where was her old packmate an sister in tor Keechak? What had happened and... Tarkah gasped "What happened? Why are you injured? she barked. So many more questions layed ahead and Tarkah was left wondering until the white he varg answered

(sorry this sucks)

[Krystal Zanguzen]

Her world seemed to turn from blurred to black every so often. Unable to focus, the she-varg lay silent on the back of the only Varg in this world she could trust. Her mind left to take her on an unwanted journey into the past. Back into the pain, fighting, unwanted blood shed, dying… Dreams that would never leave the crevices of her mind, they continued to play back for Krystal these memories she wished she could discard. From what the black and white she-varg could tell, Maverick had stopped moving. Opening her eyes ever so slightly, she could just make out the image of another white wolf. It was like watching a smaller version of Mav. Things were said, but she was too exhausted to make any sense of the words. Sighing softly, Krystal closed her eyes once again, and allowed herself to drift back to sleep. She would continue to leave her safety up to the white wolf. He hasn’t let her down yet.

(Sorry for the bad post)

[Kai]

((Sorry this is so short... Kai can't really do anything at the moment.))

While he had been walking ahead of Mav, he hadn't noticed the Fae he carried upon his shoulders. She looked worse for wear, to say the least, and he wondered if she'd be able to pull through. His amber orbs stayed fixed on her frail ebon and ivory form until his Alpha entered the scene. As Tarkah exited he cave, Kai dipped his head low in respect for her, though she didn't seem to notice him at all. She was much too surprised to see who had come to pay her a visit. Cocking his head to the side in confusion, he watched as his Drappa let out a series of excited barks, and felt rather out of place. Should he stand there and watch the gleeful reunion, pretending to know what was going on? Or should he make it that much more awkward and stick around, feeling like an eavesdropper? He decided he might as well stay, as he hadn't been dismissed or asked to leave just yet. His own black banner remained still behind him while Tarkah's went crazy with joy. Furrowing his brow, he said nothing, but instead reclined back on his haunches and took a seat, waiting for Mav to further explain what had befallen him.

[Mav]

Maverick would have wagged his tail if he could. But all the tired Arctic wolf could manage was a tired smile. But it was a smile well worth waiting for. “I will explain everything sister.” Maverick began. “But for now, is it possible I can place my friend in your den? She is tired and needs rest, as do I.” The former Dragga then turned his gaze on the Koran warrior, Kai. “Thank you for escorting us here. I know it’s your Drappa’s decision in the end, but I am sure she will allow you to stay. I’d like too be able to speak with you too.” With that said, the Arctic wolf padded up to sister, and nuzzled her neck fur softly, taking in her wonderful scent. “It’s good too see you again Tarkah.” Maverick said. The Arctic wolf then backed up a step, and waited for his sister to allow them entrance into the safety of her den. Where Maverick would feel more at ease, and be more willing to tell his long tale.

[Tarkah]

Tarkah began to calm, though her heart was racing, as if skipping a beat each time. Golden eyes watched Maverick when she finally took more notice to her surroundings. She turned her attention to her warriror and smiled. "Thank you Kai." Tarkah said with an out of breath reply. She then looked to Maverick and back to Kai "This Kai is my brother Maverick." She explained whe nshe turned to listen to her brothers words.

The arctic drappa nodded. "Yes come on in, you must be tired and you need to rest your injuries" she added towards the den and stood at the entrance to allow Maverick to enter first. "You may join us if you like Kai." Tarkah nodded when her sight caught the movement of a small pup. Her eyes blinked, an it seemed as f the pup was with her brother. She gave a curious look mingled with self suspicions before she spoke. "Who's this?" she asked, her tail giving a curious flick.

(sorrry it sucks)

[Phantom]

The icy moonlight cast it's glow over the son-to-be Drappa's dark form as she traversed the territories. Sleep had never come easy to Phantom, and a short walk usually ehlped tire her at this time of night. But, this time, it hadn't worked. plagued with restless fatigue, she turned back.

Her nose wrinked, and Phantm paused in her steps. blood- varg's blood. It was close and freshly spilled, and the scent made Phantom's scruffy fur stand on end. Worried, but calm, she followed the scent. She heard familliar voices as she drew near to the dens. Tarkah was there, so was a young male named Kai, but there was another set of vocals she did not recognize.

Then, moving even closer, she saw them- her two known packmates, and two other Arctics; a male and female, both bloodstained. The female, who was thrown over the male's back, Phantom knew she had never met her. But the male... there was something vaguely, very vaguely, familliar. It brought back a memory from long ago- of a snowy night, for a desperate flee. A memory of blood and hunting dogs. Of humans.

"Tarkah!" Phantom bounded forward, her voice raised in alarm. "I scented blood, then I saw you and Kai here with these two. Are they hurt very bad? Do you know..." She paused, gazing at the Arctic male. A closer look at his face, and memory flooded back into Phantom's mind. He had been the Dragga of Frecne. He had fled here with his pack. He had vanished with the rest of Frecne on that terrible day in the past. More importanly, he was Tarkah's brother.

"Maverick?" she asked, increaduously. "You've survived? All this time, and we thought you were..." Phantom paused. "It's good to know you're alive, you and your friend, though I do not know her."

Her gaze wandered to the fallen, blood-smeared female. "You should both get inside the dens. I'll call for our Healer. He'll need to have a look at both of you."

[Mav]

Hearing his sister’s invitation, the Arctic wolf bowed his head in respect. Privilege to enter a Drappa’s den was not given to just any Varg. To this act of kindness, Maverick felt very grateful, and relieved. But before the former Dragga could even so much as answer her sister’s query, another Varg appeared from the territory. His golden gaze turned to the new arrival. At first, she was unrecognizable to Maverick. It took a few moments for his mind to recall the Fae. But as she called his name in what seemed like utter disbelief, memories seemed to spark back to life in the Arctic wolf’s mind. Painful memories that he would like to forget, but knew he never could truly forget. “Phantom,” Maverick began. “You really think a few humans and hounds could keep this Varg down?” A smile escaped the Varg’s maw but just as quickly disappeared. "You forget I was once Kanis’ apprentice. Bless his soul; I hope he has found peace in Tor’s garden.”

I will see you soon dear friend… Mav thought to himself.

Memories continued to etch their way across Maverick’s mind. He saw himself fighting along side the brave Dragga against his most hated enemy, the Balkar. He saw the once strong Frecne, loved so dearly by allies, feared so strongly by enemies. He saw the love of his world, Tor’s gift to him, and his mate for life, Keechak. “I’ll be all right.” Maverick lied to Phantom. One look at the Arctic wolf, and anyone would wonder how he could still be standing. “If you could, I’d like Koran’s healers to look at my friend first. She’s been through much in these troubling times.” With that said, Maverick bowed his head in respect to Phantom, and proceeded to enter the den of Koran’s Drappa. Instantly, Maverick felt sheltered from all that had plagued him. Carefully, he set down the Fae, making sure to be as gentle as possible. Once Maverick was sure she was settled, he sat next too her, and awaited the rest of Koran to enter. The former Dragga for a moment closed his optics, as he pondered on where to begin his story.

[Kai]

As the arctic Varg spoke to him, he bowed his head slightly in respect. To be in the presence of a Dragga, even a former one, was somehow awe-inspiring to him, especially since he had such close ties to his Drappa as well. It was almost overwhelming in a way, two such powers being so intertwined, and meeting all in the same night. "I would be honored," he replied in a humble tone. With the permission of his Drappa, there was nothing to keep him from entering the den and hearing the tale straight from the ivory maw of Maverick himself.

The clouds parted, leaving the milky white eye of Tor to shine down on the small group of Varg- her white light illuminating eerily his ebon pelt and giving it a supernatural glow. Then, in the distance, a similar form, though scarred and with more superior air, entered the proximity. It was Phantom, the Beta female and soon to be new Drappa of Koran. Bowing his head again, he welcomed her respectively and made room for her to stand. She too seemed to know the arctic male after a moment of contemplation. His ears drooped a bit at feeling so out of the loop. How could he have never heard of Tarkah's brother? The answer was simple: he was the newest member to the Koran pack present, and there was no way of him knowing of the prior relations of the pack. Even Phantom, a relatively young Fae, had some age on the ebon male and much more experience. Give it time... a voice in his head spoke softly, and it was right. In time, he too would be more experienced and more knowledgeable, able to teach new recruits what he had learned from his years of being a part of the Koran family.

After Phantom and Maverick had shared their introductions, the ivory Dragga proceeded to enter the Drappa's den. Following his example, Kai walked inside and settled himself in front of the white Mann, making sure he got a good seat for when the story began, but leaving much room and saving the space beside him for his superiors and for the healer when he arrived. Curling his fluffy tail around his paws, he quickly got situated as to lessen the time it would take for Maverick to begin his tale.

((I hope it's alright that Kai didn't wait for you guys to enter...I will change this if need be.))

[Tarkah]

Tarkah lifted a paw ready to slip into the shelter of her den and escape the bitter cold that began to sweep its furled wings over the valley. But before she could move any further the urgent call of her beta came her way. Tarkah blinked looking over her shoulder to see Phantom. She was about to explain everything that seems to have happened in a span of only 2 minutes when Phantom barked out her brothers name.

The arctic drappa blinked, wondering how Phantom had known maverick. Just then the memory of the humans and hounds and of Frecne ame to mind. Frecne had sheltered in Koran to escape the grasp of man's claws.

Tarkah nodded, "that would be a splendid idea Phantom" she nodded, "We'd best get inside before our fur freezes off" Tarkah said with a shiver as she watched Maverick guide Krystal into the warmth of the den, followed by Kai. With a swift wag of her tail she turned to Phantom giving her a nuzzle. "Shall we get Snowy?" she blinked wondering where the snow white healer could be. Tarkah would guess that he was with Morrow. The daughter of two healers. Tarkah grinned, she must posess marvelous healing abilities, and what a healer she would be when she was old enough. But not getting to far from herself Tarkah turned back to Phantom "Come join us as well Phantom. We havn't had much of a telling in a long while"

[Phantom]

Maverick's response brought a weak smile to Phantom lips, but it vanished almost a soon as the former Dragga's own smile faded. Maverick requested that Krystal be looked after first, and Phantom nodded to him understandingly. After all, she would have thought of her packmate's well being before her own as well. She bowed her head to his in return, and watched him limp into Tarkah's den. Admiration for the last known varg of Frecne crept through her veins. Your friend will be fine, she silently promised. And so will you.

Phantom nodded to Kai as he followed Maverick into the darkness. Tarkah padded up to her, and the Beat dipped her head in respect for her Drappa. "I will Tarkah, thank you. But first I need to call Snow. I'll join you all after."

She bumped her muzzle to Tarkah's, and then she was off. Phantom's long legs carried her away from the dens and a bit deeper into the territory. When she had gone far enough, she threw back her muzzle in the song of summons, calling for Snow- Koran's healer and her best friend. The message was simple; "two vargs wounded at the dens, come quickly, Snowy." That done, Phantom began to pad back to the dens, thinking of Maverick's survival all the way. What had happened to him after that terrible night? Where had he been all this time? And who was this exhausted female he had carried here with him? No matter, she told herself as the dens came into view. We'll all know soon enough.

The Beta entered the den, but stayed near the cave's opening. It was colder there, but she wanted to keep a watch on the outdoors for Snowy. Phantom turned to the others. "I've called Snow. He should be here as soon as he can," she explained, her eyes set on Krystal and Maverick, who was resting beside her. "He'll treat your friend and you, Maverick. You'll both be allright soon."